He groaned and I saw his face. Curran! I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...
I got a dog-training book. It says Grendel needs mental stimulation, so I tried to train him, but I think he must be retarded.
(n.) The brambling finch.
He whirled in the water and grinned at me. Damn, he was a handsome bastard. I realized he was half-naked. Blue swirls of tattoos painted his chest. When God made that chest, he did to tempt women.
I thought of telling him that if it wasn't for Oklahoman cowboys and Mexican whores having a bit of fun, there would've been no Texans, but that would be counterproductive.
I lied. I need your help.Who are we killing?Do you have a pen?
We don't need teenage bouda sex fiends as interns.How do you know he is a sex fiend?He is fifteen and he's a bouda. Hello?
Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.
One does not simply Roland.Oh boy. I supposed I would get a lecture on the dangers of wandering into Mordor next.
Shane lowered his glasses on his nose and gave me his version of a severe stare.I leaned a little toward Luther. Is this the part where I faint in fear?Luther bit his lip. He might also accept falling...
They had picked up Julie's scent hit wolfsbane lost her and found her trail again at the crumbling Highway 23 except it was two hours old and mixed with horse scents. She was hitchhiking. Great. Aweso...
He raised his hand in a peaceful gesture. You need to relax a bit, dove. Like Mouse over there. You trust me, don't you, Mouse?Nope!Ahhh, I'm hurt. Nobody likes me.
In there?'She nodded.'You want us to go into the tortoise?'Another nod.'It's alive.'Another nod.
The decorator of Las Colimas must have been a great admirer of both early Aztec and late Taco Bell architectural styles.
I've read your summary.And?It's not incompetent.Be still, my heart, so I don't faint from such faint phrase. Did you expect it to be written in crayon?
As he passed me, he leaned to Curran and handed him a paper fan folded from some sort of flyer.Curran looked at the fan. What?An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints.Curran just...
You know, she said, stirring her tea, the fastest way to get him off your back is to sleep with him. And tell him you love him. Preferably while in bed.I smirked and the tea almost came out of my nose...
I had to give it him, to flatter and insult a woman in one propostition took talent.
On the other hand it was bad manners to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if you're getting it from an overweight cracker in a fringe shirt.
Nice plan. Take the gullible outsiders, walk them around for a bit, then feed them to the giant tortoise.
Andrea raised her eyebrows. Look at you, all high-speed.Yeah, you'd think I was a detective or something.Andrea held her hand out. You'll jinx it.
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